In the long run, through the night, through the sun,
Whether you call on Him, or the calling's undone,
God's presence, a constant, unwavering light,
Guides you, holds you, through day and through night.

Unseen, yet felt in the breeze that whispers,
In the storm's fury, in the calm that lingers.
In moments of joy, in the depths of despair,
His presence a promise, always there.

Not bound by our calls, nor swayed by our pleas,
Yet, in His compassion, He sees our needs.
A guardian in silence, a comfort in prayer,
Invisible hands, lifting the burdens we bear.

The sun will rise, and the sun will set,
In the long run, His presence, a constant bet.
Whether we seek Him, or in our pride, we resist,
He's with us, within us, in His existence, we exist.

So let this truth, in your heart, find a place,
God's presence, not a quest, but a state of grace.
In the long run, regardless of the path we choose,
He's with us, always, with nothing to prove.

February 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
ap777.org

"In the long run, whether you call on him or don't call on him.
God will be present with you."
- Frederick Buechner